Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
June Days,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.